The silence was worse than the noise. Then came the sound of something bending. Then a sharp crack. Jamie stepped back. “That door’s not going to hold.” Noah nodded once, eyes on the cabin door. “Get ready.”
The lock gave way with a metallic pop, and the cockpit door swung open. Three men barged in. Wet clothes clung to their skin. Their faces were mostly covered—scarves, hoods, even sunglasses—though one of them had a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.